Okay, trying to get rid of acres of books that we have no reason to have. Will I really read an Aldous Huxley bio (through 1946)? Am I gonna sit down and enjoy Sophie's Choice?
Moreover, local book fair doodad is two weeks from now, so if I am going to get more crapulous ephemera, I have to clear out the space for it.
Which reminds me: if you were John McEnroe and were writing an autobiography, how would you start it? What would you think the interested reader is thirsty to know about you, right from the top?
If you are John McEnroe, you will want to start on what you were doing in on 9/11/2001. Natch!
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